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a bullies nightmare

The bullies nightmares


Hollow heart from the pain..
Holding back the tears from yesterday..
Rejected and beat down everyday..
No one to stand up for him his soul is dead..

No friends somehow the lowest at the school home and the streets..
Tossed away broken by every girl that he meets..
An older teenager stole beat him even stabbed him..
Nobody came to visit at the hospital made him feel unworthy..

He came back to that school three weeks later..
Just to be welcomed with another daily beating..
His mind slips away from reality..
As more older teenagers came to beat and pranked him..

The laughing stock of a beat dead school..
Everyone sat back and laughed at everything done..

At his home he counted his money..
Counted up to about two thousand..
Knowing he could buy something worthy..
He found a hand gun off the streets for a hundred and thirty..

He kept it at home for his own safety reasons..
And stayed around and watched one of the bullies every step every turn he was making..
Right behind him he plotted  his enemies and how their death will be coming..

The one day he stopped thinking about when..
Loaded the gun got it ready grabbed a few knives machetes and went..
Never made it to school that day..
But right behind his first victim the machete went threw his head..

He covered the body in the bushes and weeds..
Went home to think about how he would discard his deceased..
It took a few hours till he arrived back at the scene..
Chopped away till it was in peices he grinned..
Revenge was sweet he knew death was sour..
He kept a peice of his victim and went home to take a shower..

The next day at school missing person papers up on the doors..
None of the other bullies knew what was instore..
He carried the very tip of the rib he made a necklace out of..
A bully pushed him punched him in the face knocking a tooth out..

Grabbed the necklace ripped it off his neck..
"What is this seems nice" in reply said "it's your friend"..

The bully was to stupid to undertsand..
Now he knew how to mark a check to get back at them..

The bully took the necklace wondering what that ment..
As the kid being bullied stood up to laugh..

There was nomore tears no soul in this poor boy..
He sat back and watch his next victim and plotted with a thought..

"What if i take a peice of him tonight"..
"Make something cool out of him as my green light"..

Walking home he knew he was set..
For a good time in life let the killings begin..
Written by Dustin66reaper6 (thinklistenlove)
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